Eric's Exhibitionism: A Story by Thorn

 

I didn't know Eric that well. He was the brother of two girls that I knew and I would meet him occasionally with them. He was about 18 years old at the time, quite sexy in a boy-next-door way. 

On this particular occasion there was a big group of us and Eric and I were sat together at one end. We started talking about cars. We talked about cars we lusted after. Cars we owned and cars that we had driven.

It was then that the conversation took an interesting turn. Eric explained that he had been driving on the main road south when his car had broken down. He had had a puncture and had to stop to change it. In the process he explained his trousers had split completely.

At this point I noticed he was glancing at me as if testing my reaction. I found it difficult not to look too eager! The vision of Eric with his underwear, or more, showing through split trousers was quite exciting. It appeared Eric was enjoying telling me the story.

There was more. Eric went on to explain how he took off the torn trousers and replaced them with another pair from his overnight bag adding, as if I had forgotten: "I was standing right beside the main road in a pair of briefs".

Again he was watching my face intently as though looking for clues to my interest. "Did anyone see you?" I asked. "Yeah," Eric laughed, "a couple of cars hooted their horns - one was a minibus full of lads going to a football match!" "Sounds like you enjoyed it," I replied, fishing for more but trying not to make it too obvious. "Yea, I did," Eric replied.

Having established that he liked the thought, I said "sounds good to me". There wasn't much more that I felt I could say when we were sat in the group and it would become obvious that we were getting interested in each other. "You were asking about my computer," I said, linking back to a comment from long ago.I stood up and heading out of the room. Eric followed. "I think the most daring thing I did with a car, was to drive round the block wearing nothing but my boxers," I said as soon as we were out of earshot. "Wow," said Eric, adding, "I wish I had been there!" said Eric.

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"I did think of driving round town with just a T-shirt on," I added, hearing Eric's really enthusiastic

response. "Dare you," said Eric. I looked at him to see if he was serious. He was. "OK, you're on. But you have to do it too," I replied.

"OK," said Eric. "Can't be tonight with these people here," I pointed out. Eric nodded. "Tomorrow,"Eric said. "OK," I replied with my cock jumping to attention at the thought. We went into my room and sat down at the computer. "What other daring things have you done?" said Eric.

I pointed to the window of my room which looked out on the street. "I sometimes stand there naked," I said. Eric went over to the window and looked out on the street. To my amazement, he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans letting them fall to the ground. 

Leaving them round his ankles he pulled his briefs down. His dick was superb. Slightly hard, but smooth and with a sweet foreskin. Under that I reckoned the tip looked slightly  
moist. Eric was getting harder and peering along the street. I stood up and walked over. I looked from behind Eric and saw why he was getting excited.

Along the street were coming two really cute lads about our age in football shorts. Eric was stroking his dick now and I stood behind him making as if to hold him in the window so he couldn't chicken out. The guys were getting closer and closer. When they were almost right outside, Eric started to back away from the window so he wouldn't be too obvious, but he continued stroking his now hard dick.

The first guy glanced at the window and his eyes locked on to Eric who was still stroking. He nudged the other guy who turned round and both stared. At that point Eric exploded with a shudder. The two guys looked laughed, nudged each other and one gave the thumbs up, before walking on.

"Good grief," was all I could say. "They saw you." Eric was breathing heavily. "Your turn," said Eric. 

I looked along the street and there was another guy walking along the street. "No, I don't think I am

as brave as you," I replied. With that Eric got behind me and started pushing. With a deft move of his fingers he unpopped the button on my jeans and let them fall. My dick was tenting out of my boxers. Eric grabbed them and pulled them down.

Eric then put his hand round and began my cock, which was now rock solid. The guy was really cute. He was about 18 or 19 with longish blond hair a white T-shirt and white shorts. He could hardly net see me in the window, with Eric wanking me from behind. Sure enough his head turned with a classic double take, then he locked his eyes on me. His

jaw dropped as he stopped and stared and stared. By now his hand was down his own shorts, and his own shorts were tenting with his now rigid dick.

It was too much for me, too, and I came over the window. The guy in the street gave us a quick flash of the tip of his cock, a sheepish smile and a hesitant thumbs up. We cleaned up and returned to the group, having arranged to meet up as planned the next night for our dare.

Thorn

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Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story

Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story
by Thorn on his Yahoo Group [thorngay]

Whenever we go round to John's flat it's just be a matter of time before he would find some excuse to start play wresting with at least one of us.

I say one of us, because the others usually seem willing to join in. During the fight T-shirts get pulled off, shirts become unbuttoned and disposed of and occasionally more.

It is a great opportunity to get up close and very personal with friends. But, because it is a kind of macho, thanks to the wrestling, it doesn't seem to produce the same defensive response as if, say, you simply started removing someone's shirt for the hell of it!

Being gay I naturally rather like when I, or the others, lose more than our shirts. So I have became quite adept and furtively unclipping belts, unbuttoning and unzipping jeans. I usually end up with my jeans half open and my briefs exposed for all to see and, very often touch.

I try not to be too hard so that I look too much as though I am enjoying things, but it's not easy to control. Especially when I have one of my mates bare chested and squeezed up tight to my body with only a bit of thin cotton between my dick and their bod. I try hard not to get too aroused. Must keep up the pretence that I am not overly enjoying this... LOL.

Occasionally I manage to get mine, or a friends jeans right off, so we are left wrestling in briefs or boxers.

Then is when the high-jinks can start. Usually it is not long before the briefs, start to slide down. Either of their own accord or with various helping hands. My own included.

Sometimes, I, or one of the others will end up completely naked on the floor in front of a group of friends wrestling.

On one such occasion I was wrestling with Joe and managed to get his shorts to fall off. Funny that ;-).

Then Tim lent a helping hand to pull his boxers off his butt. From there they just slid down of their own accord until I was wrestling with a naked Joe.

Now Joe is a sexy guy and, even sexier with no clothes. So, when Ken said to "grab his cock!" well... I didn't stop to worry about pretending I was not gay, I just took this as an instruction and obeyed. The others let out a whoop which just encouraged me. At first I just enjoyed holding his dick, but then – encouraged by the obvious delight of the others – I started stroking his dick. Joe seemed to like it as he just lay there and his dick started to throb in my hand. It felt really good.

In an instant Joe rolled onto his back in front of the group with my hand still attached to his dick. It was like as if I couldn't let go.

For an instant I thought I would spoil the illusion of straight macho-ness and be thrown out of the house. But, all I could see where lots of eyes transfixed with the spectacle and the sound of a few slightly nervous laughs covering for uncertainty.

I found my hand starting to wank Joe in front of the audience. He lay there obviously enjoying this and the guys were now making encouraging noises too - "yeah", "go for it", "get him to cum" were among the comments I heard.

Joe was now getting very hard and a little wet. Obviously he was enjoying it. Then with a shudder he shot a hot load over his body.

"Good boy," said John. Mark chipped in that it was only fair that it should be me next. I pretended to object, but secretly wanted to perform. Joe cleaned himself up and stepped towards me, unzipping my jeans and puliing down my briefs. My dick sprang to attention. "On the floor," Joe said and I wllingly agreed.

Six pairs of eyes were watching as Joe worked my cock until I, too, exploded. There was a muted cheer from the guys. I turned and noticed that Tom, who was in the group watching, had his jeans and briefs around his ankles and was wanking away. Obviously he had enjoyed the show.

Soon others were joining in and clothes were flying in all directions. We spent the rest of the night naked, drinking, chatting, wanking.

From then on we had another outcome for the wrestling sessions which now became more exciting.

Thorn
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The Big Outdoors: Nature's Call to be Nude

 

 

  

There's something definitely spiritual about the attraction for and the effect that the Great Outdoors has on the male psyche and also his libido. There are few men who do not report that they have had had the urge, and are likely to have acted upon it, to abandon their clothes and to commune with the glorious beauty of nature by getting totally nude. For some of us, it acts like an aphrodisiac.

Scenic Boys

I have previously written an article about Scenic Boys, who are a young gay couple who lead their friends on environmentally-friendly and sometimes naked, excursions in the natural splendor of the great outdoors. The Scenic Boys end of showing off their own nature male beauty as well. You can visit their video blog Scenic Boys and also find them on Facebook.

Here's another article about this very topic:

ing week. I had started out in the early chill of the day, but by noon the sun was out and the air was hot. I was concentrating on soaking up the heat, the sound of my paddle in the water, the aesthetics of the trees hanging over the banks.

One day last year I was paddling solo down a beautiful creek in the Midwest. I was scouting a route for a class I would be bringing there to follow. 

As I rounded a bend in the river, another canoe approached from behind about six feet off the port side. The person at the bow of the canoe, dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts, was happily paddling forward, completely oblivious to the person at the stern, who was dressed in ... well, nothing but a smile.

"Great day to get naked!" He shouted.

The other person laughed to himself, apparently thinking the guy behind him was joking.

"It sure is!" I called back.

The person at the bow began to sense there was something amiss. The poor guy looked over his shoulder to see that he was the only clothed person in his canoe. Apparently, a fifteen-foot vessel was not large enough for him to be sitting in front of a naked redneck in the middle of nowhere. He started paddling as though he could make his end of the canoe outrun the back end.

Every now and then I spy an article in an outdoor magazine that mentions, in brief, the interest people have in nude recreation. People have hiked the Appalachian Trail with nothing but their boots and socks on, rappelled wearing nothing but their harnesses and I've even heard of naked skydiving! It would surprise you some of the things people do naked, but who hasn't gone skinny dipping?

In broaching the subject of nude recreation, I hear people say, "Sorry, but there are some people I don't want to see naked." Come on now. How many of us really look like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Beach or Kate Bosworth in Blue Crush? Why should the

fun be relegated to the beautiful? Goddess or gremlin, we all need some sun. Some more than others.

Let me point out that in many areas, recreational or not, nudity is illegal. This is where the American Association for Nude Recreation comes in. I met some representatives of this organization two years ago at a convention in Denver, Colo. They were very cordial, professional, open and dedicated to making nude recreation socially acceptable. They candidly explained that the AANR works to ensure both freedom and access to nature in clothing-optional locations. To this end, they work through educational, professional and political means to promote the validity of nudity as a means of recreation.

In view of a potential fine and the potential reactions of those unexpectedly encountered, why do some people prefer their recreation sans apparel?

I've heard it referred to as a "baptism into nature." Our entire body is one big sensory organ. We never experience anything as much as when we throw our whole selves into it. The person who watches a DVD about Mt. Hood won't know the emotions of the person who climbs it. The person who walks beside Opal Creek won't know the exhilaration of the person who jumps in it. The person who hikes into the Grand Canyon won't feel the same intimacy as doing so without the inhibition of clothing

I think it's like being on a road trip and turning a corner to see the most spectacular view spread out in front of me. The first thing I do is roll down the window. Then I start looking for a place to pull over, leave the car and stare uninhibited at the beauty before me. Maybe it's also like looking into the face of someone I find truly beautiful, someone I truly want to know. I naturally want to reach out and touch them, to remove the inhibition of silence that separates use.

It's about removing inhibitions. The window glass between me and the view inhibits what I want to see clearly. The distance between you and that person inhibits what you want to hold. So the reaction is to stop and reach out. At this point I am reminded of how many beautiful opportunities we have every day, in the faces of the people we pass. We allow too many inhibitions to keep us from reaching out and seeing each other clearly.

It seems we are so tightly clothed and constricted by so many things that we maintain a glass of social indifference between us and the lives of others. I am not suggesting that we should all be required to walk around naked, but if we could simply stop and reach past our inhibitions once or twice, we'd find that the next person is just as human as we are. In truth, clothing doesn't make the man, because the human is underneath.

Skinny dippers unite!

If you are interested in getting naked or the American Association for Nude Recreation, see http://www.aanr.com/ for more details.

Jamie Lewis Hedges is an outdoor columnist for The Daily Barometer. He can be reached atbaro.sports@studentmedia.orst.edu.

Ready to go get naked in the great outdoors

by Jamie Lewis Hedges

Issue date: 5/8/03 Section: Sports

As the days get hot, people get naked!

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